Vayikra

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Vayikra

How many today could, with holy purpose,

shecht and eviscerate, trim fat from entrails,

or squeeze the blood from a young dove,

against the side of the mizbeach?

If we had never been exiled, 

if the Beis Hamikdash were still standing,

would we have long since lost the reverence 

befitting the lifeblood of korbanos?

In my darkest hours I’ve wondered,

perhaps galus was a gift:

if we had remained here these last 2000 years,

would we have become like our enemies are today?

Who treat, even their own humanity,

like a sacrificial offering, 

a nightmare from a cruel god,

dreamed up by a false prophet.